Skyla's throat dried up like sandpaper and she jerked her head up to stare at her husband. Why did he care? Didn't he say he didn't want an intimate relationship with her?
No way in hell she was ready to tell him about that wild night. She had acted impulsively, feeling betrayed by him. But it was still cheating, though she had promised she would not do it again.
Marriage was sacred to her and no matter the conditions, she would remain loyal to him.
"No, I am not," she answered truthfully, holding his gaze. The look in his glacial eyes intensified, mirroring the raging storm she had brewed inside him with her words.
"Who?" he contained himself and simply asked. His hands itched by his sides to grab her.
"I had a life outside of you. Besides, you don't want a sexual relationship, so why do you care?" she blatantly answered.
